Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1887-09-03
LOCAL JOTTINGS.
GRANT PTTzER,. Local Editor
A CHAPTER FROM HISTORY Now

brilliant achievements, legal attain
ments, and answering pluck, were the
admiration IT the people OF his own and
OF the surrounding nations. This Sir
knight had heard OF vindictive. self
arrogant prince, that ruled in an adjoins
ing mountainous region, by name, Will
son, whose mouthings and vauntings
had won for him the title OF "Windy."
Now this young man Windy" was a
terror to all good people, and went
about through bis realms speaking
words of fright and coarseness at fairs
and various assemblies, and seeking to
intimidate and compel all the good peo-
pie to think as he did In his adjoining
domain, sir knight Foraker, received
petitions daily from the down-trodden
people of "Windy's" realms, to come
over and put their cruel master to flight.
But, said Wilson, stood in with ruler
Grover, and Oft supped with him at
his palace in the land Of the "Potomac
Flatters," and soon imbued the ruler
with his own ideas Of Wanting, until
at last Grover hearkened to the voice
of the youngster, and issued orders that
certain flags in the possession OF the
good warriors and Sir Knights OF the
Foraker clan, THAT had been taken
with great loss of life ana at the peril
of the destruction of the Government,)
should be handed over to those from
whom they were taken. Then, there
arose a great uproar in the land of the
Ohioans, and from the mighty men of
all the nations, came fierce and angry
protests against such unjust action. Sir
Knight Foraker set at defiance the laws
of an impolite ruler, and to his teeth,
told him the flags should not be return
ed. Now, Grover knew of the valor and
intelligence of the young Sir knight,
and at his threats his great frame trem
bled with fright, and his knees knocked
SO hard together that when page La
mont came to him, Grover could scarce
give his command to rescind the "battle
flag ORDER" and was loud in his words
of reparation. Then he banished from
his land, the worrisome windy" who
went back to his mountains, vowing
untold vengance.on Sir knight Foraker,
The moon had scarce waned, ere the
good people OF young Foraker's land
went to the storehouse and metropolis
of:Wilson's realms, by invitation OF the
reaimers. Here, 'Windy's' wrath rekin-
died, and his frothings were terrible to
behold, as he came down from the noun
tains to devour the young visiting
knight. But the people, with one ac-
cord cried Fair playl" Sir Knight
Foraker then said: know ye not,
good people, that come here to enjoy
your presence and to exchange friendly
greetings with those who fought against
me. But, lol here comes Sir Knight
Wilson who made guns to shoot his
country to pieces; who sees red blood
from afar, and dances in 'ghoulish
glee,' gets a little on his hands. His
long dagger hath pierced the heart OF
Camden, and his hands are red with
the gore of his party, and like Alex
ander the Great, roameth he around,
seeking new butchery, and he panteth
now after the remnant of the aged,
noble Union soldiers. But now, / will
arise and go to him and chastise him I;
yea, | will roll him in the dust and spit
upon him, so that ye may see how puny
and worthless is this man ye call TO
rule over ye." Then he came to Sir
Knight Wilson and spat upon him and
slew him with great slaughter, till
the sun went down and all the land was
dark. And there remained of the unjust
ruler naught but ''bottle full OF cork
ed wind" while his blood in every
brook made them run crimson to the
sea. Then the people did make merry,
and the horns and trumpets blew
in honor of the valor of Sir Knight
Foraker. The people with loud voices
exclaimed: "All hail to the bold Forak-
or, that slew with breath the Goliah,
Wilson, and fed his flesh to the fowls Of
the air. How are the mighty fallen,
and the politeness Of the State redeem
ed" And they placed the myrtle and
ivy on Sir knight Foraker's brow, and
seat him home rejoicing, and ladened
with victory and station. In solitude
and meditation an old man may be seen
sitting on the banks Of the Kanawha,
running his emaciated fingers over the
rusty strings OF his Tyre, sadly moaning:
"Where did the lightning strike me.
Alas Foraker ! if / was so soon done
for, what in the d. was l begun for?"